Time is a funny thing.
When you have too much of it, you complain that things are slow.
When you don't have enough of it, you complain that things are too busy.
Has there ever been a point in your life when you've had "just enough" time to do the things you want to do and not feel rushed when doing it?
At Christmas time we run through the mall at a marathoners pace to buy things for people to show them our appreciation for all that they've done. In the summer time we're running through the house to get to the car to bring our children to play outside. We never take the time to enjoy the beauty of the snow and how it crunches under our feet because its too cold outside.
When do we have time for ourselves as grown ups? When do we make time just for us? As adults and (soon-to-be) parents - your time is no longer about you. When you're at work, time is about projects, deadlines and maximizing your caffeine intake for the day. When you're home, time is about homework, chores and playtime.
I think once a day, we should make time. Make time for ourselves. Sit back at 3 in the afternoon on a Sunday and breathe, enjoy the summer air or the cool fall breeze on our face.
Time isn't something that should ever be pushed. You never know how much of your own clock is left.